T-Pain — Bang Bang Pow Pow

[Chorus: T-Pain] My money right (my money, money), my bread good (good, good) Shawty fuckin’ (wassup, girl?), that head good! Bang, bang, pow, pow I do my thang, thang, look at me now, now My money right (my money, money), my cash up (up up and away) Face down (face down), ass up I rep my town, town, that’s where I’m from, from So, nigga, pow, pow, bum, bum [Verse 1: T-Pain] Money to blow, I’m limpin' off tour Boatloads of cash, bitch, I’m overboard I got money for these whores if you open up the door Company accounts and they all on one accord Real talk, I don’t speak, even if it’s “Hi, hater” I’m on top and I done locked the elevator All these bitches say I'm fly and I can never touch the ground I’m not tryna be in your circle cause I don’t fuck around I get that money, that money (money) I live it, I want it (want it) Drop the top on that Ferrari, now I’m in California I let the hardtop down and the wind blow through All I do is win, what the fuck you gon' do? I'm good, good, good and I do this for my hood, hood, hood Yeah, and ain't nobody gonna stop me I doing it right now So bang, bang, pow, pow, everybody say [Chorus: T-Pain] My money right (my money, money), my bread good (good, good) Shawty fuckin’ (wassup, girl?), that head good! Bang, bang, pow, pow I do my thang, thang, look at me now, now My money right (my money, money), my cash up (up up and away) Face down (face down), ass up I rep my town, town, that’s where I’m from, from So, nigga, pow, pow, bum, bum [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I go so hard they call me go so hard You ain't a king, you a joker card Fuckin’ up the Church money like a alter boy I got them yellow Xannies, that's them Tonka toys I go bonkers, boy, I put that on my mamma nem These hoes are all alike, they put the 'ho' in homonym I think all these niggas sound like me, that’s a compliment I told a midget "Bitch, I do it big, hippopotamus" Put that on my Slime and ‘em, no b-ball, we stop and pop No b-ball, we got shit locked, swagger ill, wassup, doc? Make that pussy pop like the gun I went to jail for Shoot the doors off that Jeep, that bitch look like a mail truck Ya pussy, keep ya tail tucked, real niggas in this bitch Get that pussy wet, fuck her than I jet, Kenny Smith T-Pain voice, all I do is win and shit Young Money in ya muthafuckin’ face, blemishes [Chorus: T-Pain] My money right (my money, money), my bread good (good, good) Shawty fuckin’ (wassup, girl?), that head good! Bang, bang, pow, pow I do my thang, thang, look at me now, now My money right (my money, money), my cash up (up up and away) Face down (face down), ass up I rep my town, town, that’s where I’m from, from So, nigga, pow, pow, bum, bum